So... I know that it is no longer "Tell All Tuesday..." but I have another baby secret to tell you (HOLD THE PHONE... NOT A BABY BABY... just a baby meaning "little" baby). Whoa. Close call.
I get really grumpy when things in my house are out of whack. I mean really grumpy. It's what I call "Pile Syndrome." I see piles start building up... a little pile of clothes here, a stack of papers there, a few clean drishes drying and piled on the countertop. That's all fine an dandy..
But then... BAM!!!
8 piles of clothes! 1 behind the closet door. Another behind the bathroom door. Another in FRONT of the bathroom door. A few little sporadic piles where someone, my husband definitely not my husband, has gotten undressed for the past few days. A pile of camping gear in the hallway. 2 piles of books on the coffee table... 3 piles of work paper son my desk and a pile of miscellaneous objects building up around my sewing machine including qtip boxes, blank greeting cards, the iron, a bible, a few lighters & pairs of socks and change. That's right.... loose change.
AH. Pile Syndrome.
I can't blame Burley, though you can bet your sweet little bottom that I often do. I can't blame myself, because let's face it... I'm perfect. I blame the loft.
We have 0 storage.
How can I blame the piles for being out of place... when most of these things don't have a place to begin with?
I'm sorry lighters... there is no place in our house for you. We are not blessed with a junk drawer. Qtips? fat chance that we have a drawer in our bathroom to keep things. Iron? No such luck.
So all this to say.... I have recently added a new piece of furniture for the SOLE purpose of storage and organization. For now it is mostly functional and partially good looking. I haven't even stuffed the cubes yet, becuase I am so excited about the possibilities of what I can get out of my eyesite and into these boxes. I am also thinking up a simple/clean way to seal up the baskets so that I can't see in them. More to come on that...
But until then... When my piles look me in the eye and say "Storage?" I will look right back at those fast-multiplying organisms and say "Storage Shmorage!" and shove them in a cube.



































































